You Were Told to Write Songs, Not Dominate Sinology Masters?

Actor Wang Yueheng transmigrates as a street singer participating in a talent show. His on-the-spot creation of "The Lone Brave" ignites the entire internet, helping him rise from a grassro...

Chapter 530 A song that moved overseas veterans to tears—this is the power of faith. (1/2)

You're right.

"The fact that Wang Yueheng's song has attracted so many genuine comments from overseas websites is a strong boost to my proposal today."

"Come on, pack your things, you're coming with me to the meeting."

After listening to the entire song, Deputy Minister Ruan Haiting immediately stood up and spoke.

He then gestured for the assistant minister to take his phone and come with him to the meeting.

"Huh? Is it appropriate for me to go?"

Assistant Zhu Jingli was stunned.

I only made a small suggestion to the deputy minister, and I was called to attend such an important meeting of the top leader. Is that appropriate?

“That’s good. If you hadn’t sent this information in time, my proposal today might not have had strong supporting evidence.”

"These comments from foreign websites are enough to support my point of view!"

After saying that, the vice minister took Zhu Jingli and headed straight for the conference room with the documents.

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"Ah~~~Wang Yueheng!"

"we love you!"

"Long live the descendants of the dragon! Long live the dragon kingdom!"...

Hollywood Shell Stage in Rocky City.

Wang Yueheng concluded his performance of "Descendants of the Dragon".

The shouts from the audience, a mix of Chinese and English, soared into the sky.

Under the bright white lights, dozens of huge red flags were raised and waved vigorously by the audience in the back rows.

These red flags fluttering in theaters abroad instantly touched the hearts of countless Chinese people in the live broadcast room.

The scene was exceptionally moving and touching.

Those international students or overseas Chinese who raised their phones all pointed their cameras at the more than ten red flags that echoed the golden dragon on the stage.

Capture tonight's moment for the loyal and courageous sons of the Dragon Kingdom.

Baltimore, Maranhão, USA.

Hopkinson Hospital, one of the top medical institutions in the United States.

An elderly man, thin and frail, covered in medical instruments, was on the verge of death.

At this moment, he slightly opened his eyes, wearing an oxygen mask, and looked at a flat panel support set up in front of him.

The screen is showing footage of Wang Yueheng's performance in Rocky City tonight.

The elderly man's children are all Chinese descendants from China, with black hair and yellow skin.

After graduating from studying in the United States, I stayed in this country to pursue further studies.

Because their father was suffering from terminal cancer, the dutiful children discussed bringing him from their hometown in China to this place.

Received cancer treatment at one of the top hospitals in the United States.

Upon learning that there would be a charity auction organized by the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce tonight, the children chose to stay in the hospital room with their father to watch the live broadcast of the event.

Wang Yueheng's performance ended.

The elderly man, thin and haggard, lying in his hospital bed, had eyes that had become cloudy due to the torment of illness.

After seeing more than ten red flags fluttering in the wind on the screen, I suddenly became more energetic.

He struggled to sit up, stretching out his arm, which was covered in tubes, as if trying to see the scene on the screen.

"Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"What would you like? Water?"

Seeing this, the children quickly leaned down and whispered in the old man's ear.

"Paper...pen..."

However, the old man managed to utter two words.

"Paper and pen! Dad needs paper and a pen! Bring them here right now!"

One of the middle-aged men understood his father's meaning and quickly gestured.

Due to tracheal damage from surgery, the elderly man can only communicate with his family through pen and paper on a daily basis.

Just when everyone thought...

This time, he will also express where he feels uncomfortable in just a few words.

Unexpectedly, the old man wrote a line of characters on the white paper, stroke by stroke.

Because he couldn't lift his arm with force, each character appeared somewhat illegible, but was still barely legible.

“I am a retired soldier from China. I came to the United States for medical treatment because of my children’s concern.”

"But I miss my motherland every moment."

"Children, if I die here, you must bring my ashes back to the country."